SILENT TALKS

SILENT TALKS

Silent talks
sweeping the day away
pin pricked points
  starry starry night
screaming from the
heavens
to come
to call
to settle down
within the solid
lava
flowing from molten pores
driving deep
by braille
steeped in solitude
awaiting the dawn
calling the day
turning it up
a notch
to eleven
soundless
and seriously faint
we swagger and shift
until the night is day
and the mind
 is finally quiet
with silent
talks.

-CSCHWEIZER
29 JUNE 2012
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